Sir John stands above the trenches dug out by the longbowmen. His men glance nervously across the field at the oncoming army, but there is an air of calmness around Sir John who is watching the sky as if hoping for a chance to see a rare bird.
‘Ought we to nock, Sir?’ asks his young aide.
John rubs his nose. ‘Not yet. We’d tire their fingers out and their fingers have a lot of work ahead of them.’
Then it begins to rain. In dribs and drabs at first, then a deluge opens up that swallows the view of the oncoming crossbowmen.
John smiles. ‘God is good.’
Paddy Dobson
22nd April 2024